Man in the old days, Lord of the Seven Sins

Chapter 53 Come on!You monsters!

Old calendar April 1588, 4, late at night.

The patter of rain began to fall.

The huge Zeppelin is still sailing high in the sky.

Of course, tonight was different.

Following the notification from the Administration, the Zeppelin changed from its usual laziness, this time it was much faster.

It's like a boy who has been holding back for a long time is groping in the dark, and finally found a mountain peak and valley where he can have fun.

Huge incandescent lamps like the pupils of Cyclops shone on the streets of York, even waking up some nearby people from their sleep.

The personnel of the Administration Affairs Section were also mobilized at the urging of Gnar. They wore black uniforms and knocked on doors from door to door, passing on the latest notices, and at the same time were responsible for maintaining the emotional stability of the people in the York neighborhood.

The personnel who deal with the safety of the members of the Golden Lion family are a mechanical guard from the Operations Section of the Administration that has not been dispatched for a long time and 20 strictly trained combat personnel.

Driven by bearings, huge steam gears move the machine wrapped in a large number of metal casings on the street.

A large number of complex and precise mechanical structures are connected to the huge boiler boiling hot steam on the back.

Long-term maintenance and always exuding the smell of oil and metal, the hammer-like arms hold a steam machine gun connected to the boiler.

Inside the nearly 3-meter-long body, a human warrior who has undergone long-term training is manipulating this demonic war machine to move.

With every movement of the mechanical guard, it will drive the resonance of the surrounding streets.

Even some nasty things lurking in shadowy corners will be scared away.

This is why the current Ingleville government is so corrupt but still able to rule Old London.

49 York Street, entrance.

Martin opened his mouth, looking in surprise at the mechanical guard standing next to his house and the 20 combatants scattered around to guard.

He couldn't understand why such a mechanical monster appeared at his door.

He held up his shield and looked at the thing vigilantly.

"Hey buddy, don't be nervous, I'm here to help you."

A male voice came from the speaker on the side of the mechanical guard.

Martin recovered from his nervousness.

"Oh, thank you very much, this is the first time I've seen this big guy."

Although the other party said that he was here to help him, Martin was still vigilant.

"It's the keeper of old London!"

The male voice in the mechanical guard carried a proud tone.

"That's really nice."

Martin complimented.

But in my heart I disdain.

Guardians of old London?
Obviously, they are the guardians of the dirty nobles. They have never cared about the life and death of the people of old London.

And what is the purpose of their coming today?
Worthy was recognized by Margaret as her god-sister, and this group of guys mobilized their forces to protect the members of the Golden Lion family.

And in that nameless village, how many people died unexpectedly.

Isn't their life their life?
Aren't they worth saving?

If it wasn't for the strength of Mr. Plague Doctor, if it wasn't for Miss Margaret's kindness and justice.

Perhaps he and Worthy had long since died in that dark sacrificial ceremony.

Even though it was here to protect him now, Martin was still full of resentment towards this thing.

The waiting in the dark night is long.

Joseph has shown his greatest sincerity.

He hoped that the group of unlucky ghosts tonight would not force their way. After all, the repair and maintenance of the mechanical guard still needs to be paid by the administration.

But often, the development of things will always run counter to what humans think.

It was raining harder and harder.

A rainy night.

The water in the Thames is also constantly hitting the banks on both sides.

Green fireflies follow the flow of the river to the street.

They flowed through 49 York Street mixed with rainwater on this rainy night when the sewers were ineffective.

At this moment, the combatants guarding the surroundings suddenly noticed the itching of their feet.

When they reacted, they realized that a large number of dense green worms had penetrated into their feet through the river water.

Those with a stronger physique could bear it, but those with a weaker physique suddenly felt itchy all over their bodies.

A large number of red rashes broke through their resistance in an instant, erupting from their bodies.

Fortunately, the person who administered the medicine didn't intend to kill them, but only made them lose their ability to fight for a short time.

However, they lost their combat capabilities but still carried out their missions.

Fighting is inevitable.

Death is inevitable.

Accompanied by the climbing of bones washed ashore from the river.

The first wailing followed a combatant's shoulder blades to the left abdomen of his chest was split open by a decayed long knife, and his abdominal cavity was pierced.

As the incandescent lamp faithfully recorded this scene, a huge siren sounded at this moment.

The mechanical guard who reacted pulled the trigger of the steam machine gun with his rough metal fingers.

The scorching steam in the boiler behind him drove the huge gears.

The powerful steam force is compressed into the machine gun pipeline at this moment.

Bang!
The strong steam flow instantly washed away the skeleton warrior who had cut down a combatant.

The attack this time seemed to sound the clarion call for both sides to fight.

A large number of fighters rushed towards the skeletons that were washed up on the river bank and were about to climb up.

in the dark.

Martin looked at the scene on the street in front of his house with a pale face.

His hands trembled a little.

But more fortunately.

The fighting has yet to reach his home.

But sometimes, people will fall into a desperate situation in the next second because they are too lucky.

When countless scarlet pupils lit up from the dark shadows not illuminated by the incandescent lamp at this moment.

Martin's scalp tingled for a moment.

The next moment is despair.

Of course, when I came back to my senses in the end, apart from a little weakness in my legs, the sound of my heart beating violently almost came out of my throat.

and the belief in guardianship.

"Come on! You monsters! Worthy, I will protect you!"

Boom!
Martin smashed the shield of redemption with both hands to the ground heavily.

Insert the left hand into the groove on the back of the shield.

Perhaps it was the induction of Martin's belief.

A green vine suddenly extended from the groove of "Redemption", and the sharp vine pierced into Martin's blood vessel in the next second, continuously devouring his blood, and feeding back a large amount of blood power to Martin.

Martin's complexion changed slightly. He knew that this was the mechanism of redemption that took effect at this moment as his belief was established.

Although he changed color and became paler, there was a smile on his face.

Martin's left arm is also changing with the feedback of the blood force.

The flesh and blood gradually transformed into a vine-like substance implicated in redemption.

Half of Martin's body gradually turned into a tree man similar to the ancient legend.

A howling monster in the dark sprang out of the shadows and rushed towards Martin.

Instead of retreating, Martin rushed forward head-on.

Sharp thorns gushed out from the shield at this moment, piercing the ghoul instantly.

Martin flicked his arms, and at this moment his tall and burly body faced the group of monsters that had emerged from the shadows.

(End of this chapter)